My Little Pony: Alternate Universal Magic

Episode 1: Neon Probz Part 1:

Dark, gloomy, despair, nothing, hopeless, and bleak. I open with these words in my journal right now to express what kind of fuck that we are all in. And I’m not trying to be funny here. Sure I started writing this journal after I had gotten it from Celestia and she suggested, “My student, continue your quest for friendship by writing everything down for me. It will be a very important part of your studies.”

I say that mockingly, but whatever. Here I am, living in Equestria, thinking that I can try to live a peaceful life on my own and shit. But nope, I end up being Celestia’s personal student and going through the same things that Twilight did in the show, amongst other things. And I have to live with these new friends that Celestia told me to get along with and shit. Oh, it’s what I did; it was what I was forced to do, thinking it was just another obstacle to get over so I can be left alone.

But after a few adventures, I started taking a liking to the guys, my new home and shit. Although I wouldn’t say I fully liked them yet. I was warming up to them though. It was alright, perhaps my peace that I was looking for. The freedom to go out and explore the universes while the ponies here expects nothing that I a human. But then it happened. The day came. The day we didn’t think that would come. The dread that lingers all over the lands… Neon… The fire rose, the skies blackened, the hearts all withered away in sorrow.

We were all doomed. We all knew Neon was something “special” but we didn’t think he’d do it. We didn’t think he would take it this far. We could have stopped him, we could have, but we just thought it was a joke. Just a little joke. A LITTLE FUCKING JOKE! Well who’s laughing now I guess? Who’s laughing now. Long story short, Neon caused a nuclear apocalypse.

And I’m not saying that he pushed a button or flipped a switch and caused a nuke to go out into space or have a bomb randomly appear form out of nowhere. NO! NEON WAS THE BOMB! And everyone paid the price for it; everyone paid the price with their blood, their souls, their lives, their dreams, and their ambitions! EVERYTHING IS GONE! EVERYTHING! There is no hope, no life, no dreams; we are all that are left here.

Me, Wolf, Mac, Arrell, Jack, Forrest, who is scared shitless… and Neon. This isn’t Equestria or the land of the happy Technicolor talking ponies anymore… no… this is the Land of Neon. This is Neon’s World now that we are living in. And in it, TK and Factory Dash aren’t in it. I don’t know for sure, but Neon may have killed them. I don’t have clear proof that he did kill TK, but it may have been possible.

There certainly is no way out of this universe to go out and see if he’s waiting for him in the outside of the universe anymore. I think he might be with Lawman now. And once more, I’m stuck in a universe, a world where I don’t want to be in. I could try though, try to scrap something together with what remains of this old forgotten world and try to remember what TK taught me to get out of Neon’s World. But Neon… Neon knows; Neon keeps us in check.

He knows and will just make sure to cut off our escape. He said after what he did with a smile as usual that we are his friends forever and that we will never leave each other. And according to him, the best news was that the Sweets had “retired” and moved on and now he owns the Party Store.

It’s his place of business where we all “hang out” at now. And honestly, it’s the only safe place left aside from our homes that survived the “explosion”. And it’s where Neon lives and thrives. The doom, oh the doom, we all have to live under Neon’s rule, and we are all doomed.

Ok now let’s get into what happened recently, the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can jack off. Got to do something during the apocalypse…

Well let’s start off things simple. It all started off today over at the Party Store, while the rest of the town of Stalia and what surrounds it was for the most part, in a destroyed form or another.

The skies had a dark, vomit inducing kind of green to it, while the air was filled with a faint, yet visible fog that rolled in anywhere that it went. On top of that, the air stunk up wherever you went to, almost as if there was always a pile of corpses following you wherever you went to. There was even a sound that you think that isn’t there and it’s all in your head, yet it’s somehow there and that it will drive you to the brink of insanity.

A sort of low tone siren going off somewhere off in the distance, yet you can’t figure out in what direction it’s coming from layered with a constant groaning sound from somewhere nearby. And no matter how many times that you wash your hands… hooves… whatever, either it being in the mostly contaminated water or rare fresh water that happened to survive Neon’s fires, you always felt dirty.

The filth could never be cleaned off no matter how many times you may have tried to do so. And over at the Party Store, the design of it, both interior and exterior, was changed in Neon’s personal Image. The Party Store was almost similar in design to Sugar Cube Corner, well, when it used to be around that is, but now it was expanded with a decent sized open area so Neon and us could hang around and “talk” or whatever.

Alongside that, he had a kitchen, a set of stairs that were kind of big and circular in a way that led up to his room and the bathrooms and such. And to add to the theme of despair, the entire place, despite being changed into Neon’s way of thinking, was not in a clean state. Instead it looked like any other buildings that had survived. Torn, dirty, riddled with bugs and mold. Yet it was one of the safest places left in the world.

The walls were still sturdy and could be used as defense from any mutated zombies or other weird creature made up from Neon. Yet despite the security, the walls were colored of that almost of a rotten down prison, an even darker shade of green compared to the dark skies.

You’d think Ponyville would be good since the tree of harmony and shit. But that was destroyed too along with all of that remained of Ponyville in Neon’s second wave attack where he purged anything that tried to defy him. And now the only thing that remains of Ponyville is just the name, but then again he was usually with the guys in against Ponyville, so go figure. But still, it was all too depressing.

Oh and with a circle booth in the Party Store… it was a nice touch that Neon added so I do have to give him props for that…

Anyways, we were all in the store while Neon was behind the counter, trying to cook up something for us to taste test, all except for Forrest who was out and about in the remains of Stalia. As for us, I was just standing there, Arrell was at the booth, and Jack and Mac were over sitting at the counter, where Neon was working at.

And for Forrest, he was being brave being outside all by himself, but he needed to check something for us, but don’t worry, he had his saddle bag with him in case he found something that he thought was interesting for us to take a look at.

Anyways, Forrest was running outside and running towards the doors of the Party store, and as soon as he got to the doors with a look of horror and worry in his eyes, he opened the doors swiftly and soon after slammed them shut with his back, trying to breathe in and out heavily.

As he was doing so, he said to us, “No luck out there guys. I can’t find any toilet paper.”

As for the rest of, except for Neon who was minding his own business and Wolf who was just chilling in the corner, surprisingly taking this whole Neon thing the best compared to the rest of us, said in unison, “Awwwwww....”

Neon then said to us “Awww, that sucks for you guys… ha ha…”

Neon had his back turned to all of us as he was mixing something in the mixing bowl.

Jack then pounded his left hoof on the counter hard as he then said with an angered face, “This is bullshit! We shouldn’t have to put with Neon! There are 6 of us and only one of him! If we work together, we can take him down and try to restore society! He can’t take all of us!”

Of course Neon wasn’t too happy about Jack’s statements as his ears perked up when he heard that, so with his back still being turned to Jack, he turned his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees with the sounds of bones crackling very quickly.

And within Neon’s eyes, they were not normal as it quickly turned to black with small red pupils as his voice deepened into something that of a demon’s voice and said to Jack, “Are we going to have a problem?”

And Jack immediately coward in fear and started to shake a little as he then said in a Forrest kind of way, “No, no problem at all.”

Neon then said to him, “Good.”

And then Neon returned his head into a normal position and his eyes changed back to normal colors as well as his voice.

I then spoke up and said, “Well this fucking sucks. Guess we’ll just have to keep using the many unsold copies of “Ponies” magazine.”

Mac then spoke up with a bit of a curious look on his face, “How many do we have?”

I then told him, “Last time I did count, we had a fucking boatload of it. We should be good until the day we die.”

Mac then said, “This is fucking more shitter than fucking Applejack I tell ya! I’m sure she’s laughing at me now, having to wipe my fucking ass with fucking pictures with dead pony’s faces on it while she’s in the afterlife, chucking it up with their fancy toilet paper! Well damn you I say. Damn you all to the after after life!”

Mac shook his hooves in the air in an angered way.

I then said to Mac, “There’s no use trying Mac, I’m sure we are all fucked, even in the afterlife. I’m sure Neon did something to them once everyone died, didn’t you Neon?”

I looked over to Neon, wondering if he would answer me back. But instead, Neon just swiftly turned around and showed us what he was working on. It was an “Ice Cream Sundae”, but Neon’s version of it. Instead all it was was spoiled ice cream filled with cockroaches and pieces of dead bodies that were left over from the blast, all topped with blood from god knows where and someone’s left testicle.

Neon had a big, wide smile on his face as he said to us all, “It’s done! So who wants to taste test this?”

All of us, except for Forrest, said in unison, “Not it.”

Forrest of course sighed and said, “Oooohhh, why do you guys force me to do this?”

Jack then said, “We don’t, it’s Neon who does. If it was up to us, you’d be eating uncooked beans. And if it was up to me… well I’d just punch you and then steal something from you cause fuck you.”

Neon then grabbed a spoon from out of nowhere, don’t question him, and said, “It’s dinner time!”

Forest looked down when he saw what he had to try out as he took a big gulp.

But Neon assured him, “Don’t look so glum my chum. You’ll be helping me out trying to get my recipe down for the coming competition later today! The Ritual Blood Festival Challenge!”

As Forrest walked up to the counter, being forced to taste test or else face the wrath of Neon, Arrell spoke up, “What’s that?”

Neon then explained to us all, “Why it’s only the biggest and most honored thing in the world… as of right now… until next time! It’s where you go in front of the “cameras” where it captures your soul in its innocent state, and you have to perform a cooking contest. If you can make the best food out of the blood sacrifices and appease the Lord Bacniqu, YOU WIN AND GET TO KEEP YOUR SOUL! And the best part is that you get to perform in front of his loyal and undying loyalists that will tear you from limb to limb if you dare fail or intervene with his plans! Isn’t that amazing?!”

Arrell then said with a nervous laugh, “Yeah… that uhhh… sounds great… ha ha…”

As for Forrest, he hadn’t taken the spoon from Neon, nor was it there anymore, it was just there for show… from Neon, and Forrest was just standing there, hesitant to try the food that Neon had made. However he was following the conversation and he thought he could maybe slip out of this one.

But Neon didn’t forget as he immediately turned his attention to Forrest and slammed both hooves on the counter top and asked him with a big, crazy smile, “So Forrest, did you try it!?”

Forrest didn’t know what to say as he just stood there, frozen and said, “Uhhhh…”

Neon, unchanged in his look, said to him, “Well what are you waiting for!? DIG IN! DIG IN! DIG IN! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! COME ON, DO IT! OR ELSE!”

He had said it all with a big goofy smile on his face. As for Forrest, he took one big gulp, opened his mouth, and took a small, yet decent size bite from the ice cream. And once he did, he couldn’t help but wanting to gag, but he knew that if he wanted to remain alive, and his soul, he had to force himself to swallow it. And so, with all of his might, despite wanting to throw up right then and there, and didn’t wait to savior the awful taste and let it slide down his throat. And as it went into his body to be digested, he made a gagging sound from his mouth as he stood there, having a bit of a coughing fit. As for Neon, he just stood there, smiling, nodding.

And as soon as Forrest was done gagging, Neon looked at him and asked him, “So, how was it?”

Forrest, not wanting to upset him, and trying his best to speak after eating such an atrocity, said to Neon “It was… great Neon… ha ha..”

He had to force a smile on him, unlike Neon who just had one naturally no matter what he did.

And as for Neon, he couldn’t be happier as he said to him, “That’s great!”

And then Neon went ahead, turned around, went to the spice cabinets, and took weird potions that he concocted by himself, like three, with his hooves, and walked back to the counter and placed the potions on the counter.

He then said to us all, “I will try to do this new recipe on the rest of you guys now to see if it’s good enough for the upcoming competition!”

Then I said annoyingly, “Ok, let’s get this over with already.”

Neon then said while his pupils were minimized in his eyes, “Great!”

And then… nothing. Nothing happened, and yet, something did happen a few seconds later as a bunch of green slime erupted from the potion containers and immediately multiplied and grabbed a hold on to all of us, all except for Neon. And it was alive too, and a bit smelly. And with that being said, we all screamed in terror, not knowing what it was or what it was going to do to us, but Neon, Neon didn’t care. He just looked onward and said, “That’s good enough.”

And then Neon walked around the counter and headed for the door.

And right before he left us as we were stuck in our spots with the mysterious green slime attached to us, Neon looked at all of us and said, “Well I’m off to the competition, wish me luck!”

And then he left us, with no way out of the mysterious green slime.